Murda Gang (LLC) Lyrics

Aye, aye Talking out yo ass we at yo head just like a bonnet

I was dusty down bad on my dick I had to get some money

How dfuck my opps be making jokes and all the niggas dying

You'll think my .forty came with wings the way them bullets flying

And we sliding thru the opps shit like we on some ice

We catch a nigga riding thru the dittion knock him off his bike

Been shitting on these niggas for the longest they can't really stand it

Told them pussy niggas take a seat and watch me work my magic

She had told me die and go to hell I told the bitch I been there

She gone let me fuck the first night I'm in there like some swimwear

He gone see the flash from this beam like we taking pics

Glockie packed a punch call it Mike tyson up this bitch and hit

Nina a lil freaky bitch I make her blow yo whole clique and I think my Ar gay why?

Cause it hold tits

Niggas see the gang and get to ducking they ain't on a crumb niggas out here

Tryna steal my flow all them boys my sons

Keep a strap just like a dyke hoe these niggas can't fuck me over

Wake up early get the bread like this shit came out the toaster

Make that bitch get on ha knees like she be praying to me

And we ain't running from nobody bitch we playing for keeps

Niggas know just how we stepping even snoop dogg

Don't want smoke with us Ar practice social distance up this bitch

And back them up

Glock part of my fit so you know I gotta keep it tucked

If he run he better not fall one to the face I bet he won't get up

Hollon, oh shit, if he run he better not fall one to the face I bet he don't get up

Shoutout my nigga gravedigger, Shoutout lil murdaman

If he screaming murda gang then the lil nigga prolly my son

He don't wanna shoot well tell the pussy nigga run them ones

How you tryna go to war with us and yeen got the funds

Shooting at them boys for fun making beats choppa hold a drum

If he screaming murda gang then the lil nigga prolly my son

He don't wanna shoot well tell the pussy nigga run them ones

How you tryna go to war with us and yeen got the funds

Shooting at them boys for fun making beats choppa hold a drum